3.27.2012

3.24.2012

I am thinking of having a bomb fire and burning all of my stubby gnarly old paint brushes that I have refused to let go of for the past 20 or so odd years. I have this attachment to them even though they are beyond useful but I can't seem to get myself to just throw them out. The bristles themselves have probably shortened in length by a quarter of their original length before I realize that the reason the painting is coming along so hideously is because it has no flex left and I'm working with a stiff nub of a brush. Seriously, that happens.

So ... I'm slimming down my "stuff" in prep of hopefully moving out of my mole hole and relieving myself of unnecessary "things", and short stubby old paint brushed obviously fall into that category ...although ...seriously, they really don't take up all that much room compared to, say, one unnamed bakers rack. But I digress ...the brushed will be honored for their part in the creation of some bad and then not so bad, pieces of art.

3.11.2012

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the Eyes of others only a Green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and by these I shall not regulate my proportions; and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the Eyes of the Man of Imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.

About Me

In my search for a consistent philosophy of life I have been continuously inspired and guided by nature. I have always believed that nature provides the way to enlightenment, to freedom from that which encumbers us, to a deeper understanding of the human condition, and to a fuller capacity for creativity. As a child growing up I “went to the woods” to find solace and discovered both beauty and wonder. It has provided me with peace in the midst of turmoil, companionship in seasons of solitude, and understanding when faced with some riddle or paradox. Nature is unforgiving yet it strives against self-inflicted devastation's. I ponder over who we have become and our relationship within the natural world and it's mysteries. Our identities as humans is a forced or formed displacement from the natural world. I am exploring these thoughts through photography as well as working through mediums which often include organic materials integrated within mixed media pieces.
I am trying in my work to have the viewer be the experiencer. I do not want to be there...it is not even a walk we take together.

Copyright

"All images, text, words, etc., were created by me (or proper authorship of photos , text was stated) – Maureen Noonan – and I am the sole owner of the copyright ... that means you cannot copy an image to your hard drive, or use this content for anything, without my express permission. Ask – I usually say 'yes'!"